DANCING DIVORCEE: The scare
I had no love to sacrifice or hero to save, before I inevitably collapsed in the arms of someone who believed in me
The headaches started without warning. Sharp, shooting, piercing whiteness that would leave me helpless, unable to do anything, except stay in bed under the blanket and wait for it to pass. Calling my boss and telling him, “I’m sorry I can’t, I have a headache" sounded extremely dubious. According to my colleagues, he once muttered darkly, “I’m not asking for sex, just a PPT".